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At Work: Entry 2 – Out for Lunch

Muney jolted from her desk as soon as the clock struck eleven o’clock. She wasn’t missing out on a Shake Shack burger for anyone today. It was still early, so she had just enough time to make it back to the office without any fuss. She fastened her long, tan coat and turned down the hall hoping to make it to the elevator unnoticed. Before she could even touch the button, the elevator bell dinged and the doors opened.

“Uh oh, we got a runaway!” shouted the tall, well-dressed man on the elevator.

“If you don’t hush, Bodey!” Muney hissed as she rushed into the car. “Close the door, clown.”

“She said you’d be mad,” Bodey giggled as he pulled out his phone. “I’m emailing you the details right now.” He was clearly amused.

“You know what,” Mundey started. “Just get in the car. We don’t even have time to run.”

“To freedom!” Bodey shouted. Bodey hopped in the passenger seat of Muney’s navy blue Maxima. She put her purse in the backseat and gracefully lowered into the driver’ seat.

“And you’re going in. I’m not standing in that line, “said Muney.

“I don’t even know why you doing all this,” Bodey began. “Girl, we work for Trust Financial. Trust and believe nobody gives a true fuck who interviews people in there. They’re behavioral based questions.”

“Nigga, I know how the interviews go. This not NASA,” Muney replied as she quickly pulled out of the parking lot.

“Look! Don’t be trynna break my neck on my lunch break ‘cause you got a attitude,” Bodey shouted dramatically. In a lower voice, he continued “Do it on the clock so I can get workman’s comp.”

“I hate you!” Muney replied laughing. She laughed harder than she had all week. It was only Tuesday, but that was enough.

“Anyway, just add this to your resume. You know you a boss up in there anyway,” Bodey commented.

“Right. A boss with a thirty-minute lunch break,” Muney scoffed.

“Today!” Bodey reminded her. “Because of this one interview that you’re doing for our good sis, Sarah.”

“I’m gonna do it. I just hate being caught off guard is all,” she replied.

As they pulled into the Shake Shack parking lot, a silver Honda Civic coupe sped through a stop sign and around Muney’s brand new ride. The fool had just barely avoided contact with her passenger side.

Muney and Bodey let out a collective “Bitch!”

“Come the fuck on, yo!” Muney exclaimed out the window at the driver, but the car was already gone.

“You see, that’s your people right there,” Bodey said waving his hand by his head. “I know you seen them D.C. tags.”

Muney turned her head and gave her friend a look. He quickly returned it.

“Muney, I’m not playing with you today,” Bodey joked as he removed his seatbelt.

“Bodey, go get this food before somebody kills us out here,” Muney said shaking her head.

“Ard,” he replied opening the car door. “Yes, you better use that assertive voice on the phone in twenty minutes. Find us some new talent, bitch.” He closed the door and headed off.

Muney sighed and lowered her head allowing her short locs to fall to her face. She pulled her phone out of her coat pocket and read the email from Sarah.

Candidate: Jay Walker.

Muney peeked at the clock on the dash. Eleven fifteen.

“Well girl,” Muney said aloud to herself. “I hope you more prepared than I am.”